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i first caught them
when in unison they cried,
"PLAY IT AGAIN! PLAY IT AGAIN!"
and oblivious to the crystal, balancing, baptismal bowl,
and hardly hamstrung by
their nearly-never-worn, crisply-creased-yet-crumply
black slacks, ties, socks, and suit jackets,
their inner ninja (and dance fever) natures karate-chopped (and "scandalized":)
the now suddenly squirmy, squirrelly sanctuary...
"You might wanna watch out,
our guitar player has a black belt!"
well. how unimpressed can you get?
this hollow threat
didn't deter in the least our dwarf yet
springy, spritely & somewhat stately superhero wannabes.
again in unison these two
were butts first in the first pew
then twin jackets were hastily hiked
and sure 'nough
our two fighter tikes and their
saggy, baggy pants show'd they were right
shiny black belts
below freshly-bathed and bared belly buttons
held high their coal-black britches.
as well as batman's.
and spiderman's.
and superman's.
and aquaman's.
and anyman's!
combined.
stealth,
but ever-present.
and Thank God, prayers of thanksgiving...
given the service-worth of trouser-testing
twirling & whirling to come
when we did eventually "PLAY IT AGAIN!"
for our little new told-and-showed-ya-so
black-belted Super Buddies!